At the courthouse

My wife and I were at the probate court and my keys set-off the metal detector. So I tossed them into the bin and the officer noticed my Swiss Army pen-knife. He was totally cool about it though. I could put it into an envelope and then turn-in a receipt for it when we left.

On the way out I handed the officer (a different one from the one there when I came in) the receipt and he gave me back my pocket knife. I looked at it quizzically and asked, "Hey, wasn't this a Glock when I dropped it off"?

It got an amused smile.

Only later I realized that it is just the kind of thing that gets you trouble you were not expecting. But not this time!